Before him stood a man and a woman. The man was dressed in a suit, his hair slicked back, it was his distant cousin Wang Yang. He was handsome, with a frosty expression, staring at him with a look of disgust. Seeing Qin Lang approach, his face was filled with undisguised contempt.,Qin Chuan strained his neck to turn, opened his mouth, but could only gasp out Qin Lang's name before gasping for breath and feeling his eyelids growing heavy, as if he were about to faint.,A slow poison! And a particularly insidious, particularly troublesome kind of slow poison!。